Child's Innocence

The pitch black was blinding, I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. I was walking along a paved path holding someone’s hand. This someone didn’t speak a word to me. Then I realized I was a little child and my mother was leading me into the darkness. I wasn’t afraid at first because I’ve always loved her. I trusted her. I asked her where she was taking me, then suddenly she pulled away. I screamed for her. “Mom!” She didn’t respond. I held myself shaking and terrified. “Mom!” Then I heard a noise. It wasn’t any ordinary noise you hear everday. It was a salivating, scratching and a groaning noise. It’s pitch got louder and louder as it approached me. Then there were other sounds just the same. “Mom!” I cried so hard. “Where are you?” Something poked me with a sharp object, almost like a needle. Then another one and another one, over and over again! The pain was paralyzing, it took my breath away. Cow like formed figures with horns stood on their hind legs, using their front legs as hands to torture me. They drained my blood, for it was my spirit they hungered for. I was raped and beaten. They pulled my hair and kicked me. I was what they were waiting for. An innocent child never to be loved. They played with me until I couldn’t feel no more.